the dance of the inheritors
Jul. 6th, 2014 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaa premonition is just a memory of the future
So I read Tropical Nights At The Natatorium thanks to the Internet Archive (this was more difficult to do than it looks. Protip: try looking for an expired link and using the Wayback Machine) and one of the characters suggests being violent instead of just annoying.
And I thought of something similar but it was more about taking out frustrations on the right people, and I think it works just as well if it's something like rainbow dye in the KKK's laundry, and what I do know is that nobody benefits if people spend their current rage against the system against some random innocent.
And lo and behold, Anthony Cumia was taking creepshots of women (or scaffolding, or a white van, who knows, it was a terrible shot anyway) (this happened) and one punched him in the face (this most likely happened), and then he got into an argument and started throwing around racial and sexual slurs (this happened) and then five black guys beat the shit out of him while the police looked on (this probably didn't actually happen).
***
well, that was probably the longest two weeks of my life. I did not lose power during Arthur. I lost it very briefly early on but I blame air conditioning and electronics overloading the power grid because everyone's stuck indoors while it's kinda wet and still humid.
After Gloria, I lost power for five days, due to a mistake. I remember nothing about this.
In Bob, I remember losing power during the storm itself but it was a beautiful morning and I had power.
With Irene, I lost power during the storm on Sunday and gained it back sometime Monday night. It felt like longer, maybe because the storm arrived early in the morning and night was calm, and it was made more annoying by the fact that Irene was nowhere near hurricane strength when it made landfall. I guess Irene is a bit like being shot at with a bb gun for six hours, compared with the Great Dark Spot's "getting shot with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher."
In Sandee, I didn't lose power at all. Somehow. Not even a flicker.
I woke up feeling melancholy because it feels like September.
***
And since it's July 6th again, here's a sample of my listening habits for the year.
I thought about posting a line of lyrics but many songs I don't know the lyrics to and many more are instrumental. Actually, I don't know. Let's find out!
Mily Balakirev - symphony no. 2
Gandolfi - The Queen and the Conjurer
Jake Shimabukuro - Dragon
Emperor Norton's Stationary Marching Band - Mos Eisley Stomp
Carlos Nunez - An Dro
Kurt Weill - Train To Johannesburg
Southpacific - Parallel Lines
Michael Praetorius - Terpsichore
Shel - Lost At Sea
Orange Yellow Red- Some Things Are
New Wave Syria - Second Nature
Helium - Honeycomb
Hammock - Tres Domine
Southern Skies Motel - Lasso
January - Dinosaurs
Cherry 2000 - Rodeo Clown
Drop Nineteens - Shannon Waves
Helliconia - Invincible
Moontrip - Ular
Tankbund - Follow
Reflecting Skin - Agony Star
Amusement Parks On Fire - Venus In Cancer
God is an Astronaut - Sunrise in Aries
Your Black Star - Lousy Smarch Weather
Salem 66 - Across The Sea
Opium Den - Song For Nelson
Amber Spyglass - Her Dark Swan
Isis - Ghost Key
A Sunny Day In Glasgow - In Love With Useless
***
I ran into Zack, of all people, at the Gardner Museum. He says it's a great place to find inspiration. There was a woman with a hot pink pixie cut and a woman with a light purple pixie cut. There was a guy with an octopus tattoo (who wasn't Zack), and there was a guy with something Chinese on his leg, and I didn't notice anything else. Nothing as amazing as a fenghuang, anyway. No, I retract that statement; at Braintree, there was a guy in a wheelchair who had a crouching tiger tattoo on his back and some other things on his front.
These two guys, one with hairy armpits and one with constellations of blue stars tattooed on his body, put on some costumes by a Mexican designer. Part of one of the costumes was a hat carved from a gourd, with wooden snakes on it. did modern dance to the tune of what sounded like Fennesz's Endless Summer with percussion, mixed with a bit of Lovesliescrushing.
This guy was talking about the time he went to Tunisia and saw tiles exactly like the one on the wall near Sargent's painting of a flamenco dancer. They're from a 18th century church in Mexico.
Today was one of the very few times I could sit wherever the fuck I wanted to on the Green Line. It was 2:30 PM and everyone was at the game, I guess.
I never noticed those giant baby heads at the MFA. I never used that entrance, after all.
Someone asked his kids this.
Burning question: How do you think people ate with those big pouffy lacy 16th century collars around their necks?
You know what I mean.
Here's a cute dog picture.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/67/Dog_Wearing_Inflatable_Elizabethan_Collar.jpg/640px-Dog_Wearing_Inflatable_Elizabethan_Collar.jpg
So I read Tropical Nights At The Natatorium thanks to the Internet Archive (this was more difficult to do than it looks. Protip: try looking for an expired link and using the Wayback Machine) and one of the characters suggests being violent instead of just annoying.
And I thought of something similar but it was more about taking out frustrations on the right people, and I think it works just as well if it's something like rainbow dye in the KKK's laundry, and what I do know is that nobody benefits if people spend their current rage against the system against some random innocent.
And lo and behold, Anthony Cumia was taking creepshots of women (or scaffolding, or a white van, who knows, it was a terrible shot anyway) (this happened) and one punched him in the face (this most likely happened), and then he got into an argument and started throwing around racial and sexual slurs (this happened) and then five black guys beat the shit out of him while the police looked on (this probably didn't actually happen).
***
well, that was probably the longest two weeks of my life. I did not lose power during Arthur. I lost it very briefly early on but I blame air conditioning and electronics overloading the power grid because everyone's stuck indoors while it's kinda wet and still humid.
After Gloria, I lost power for five days, due to a mistake. I remember nothing about this.
In Bob, I remember losing power during the storm itself but it was a beautiful morning and I had power.
With Irene, I lost power during the storm on Sunday and gained it back sometime Monday night. It felt like longer, maybe because the storm arrived early in the morning and night was calm, and it was made more annoying by the fact that Irene was nowhere near hurricane strength when it made landfall. I guess Irene is a bit like being shot at with a bb gun for six hours, compared with the Great Dark Spot's "getting shot with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher."
In Sandee, I didn't lose power at all. Somehow. Not even a flicker.
I woke up feeling melancholy because it feels like September.
***
And since it's July 6th again, here's a sample of my listening habits for the year.
I thought about posting a line of lyrics but many songs I don't know the lyrics to and many more are instrumental. Actually, I don't know. Let's find out!
Mily Balakirev - symphony no. 2
Gandolfi - The Queen and the Conjurer
Jake Shimabukuro - Dragon
Emperor Norton's Stationary Marching Band - Mos Eisley Stomp
Carlos Nunez - An Dro
Kurt Weill - Train To Johannesburg
Southpacific - Parallel Lines
Michael Praetorius - Terpsichore
Shel - Lost At Sea
Orange Yellow Red- Some Things Are
New Wave Syria - Second Nature
Helium - Honeycomb
Hammock - Tres Domine
Southern Skies Motel - Lasso
January - Dinosaurs
Cherry 2000 - Rodeo Clown
Drop Nineteens - Shannon Waves
Helliconia - Invincible
Moontrip - Ular
Tankbund - Follow
Reflecting Skin - Agony Star
Amusement Parks On Fire - Venus In Cancer
God is an Astronaut - Sunrise in Aries
Your Black Star - Lousy Smarch Weather
Salem 66 - Across The Sea
Opium Den - Song For Nelson
Amber Spyglass - Her Dark Swan
Isis - Ghost Key
A Sunny Day In Glasgow - In Love With Useless
***
I ran into Zack, of all people, at the Gardner Museum. He says it's a great place to find inspiration. There was a woman with a hot pink pixie cut and a woman with a light purple pixie cut. There was a guy with an octopus tattoo (who wasn't Zack), and there was a guy with something Chinese on his leg, and I didn't notice anything else. Nothing as amazing as a fenghuang, anyway. No, I retract that statement; at Braintree, there was a guy in a wheelchair who had a crouching tiger tattoo on his back and some other things on his front.
These two guys, one with hairy armpits and one with constellations of blue stars tattooed on his body, put on some costumes by a Mexican designer. Part of one of the costumes was a hat carved from a gourd, with wooden snakes on it. did modern dance to the tune of what sounded like Fennesz's Endless Summer with percussion, mixed with a bit of Lovesliescrushing.
This guy was talking about the time he went to Tunisia and saw tiles exactly like the one on the wall near Sargent's painting of a flamenco dancer. They're from a 18th century church in Mexico.
Today was one of the very few times I could sit wherever the fuck I wanted to on the Green Line. It was 2:30 PM and everyone was at the game, I guess.
I never noticed those giant baby heads at the MFA. I never used that entrance, after all.
Someone asked his kids this.
Burning question: How do you think people ate with those big pouffy lacy 16th century collars around their necks?
You know what I mean.
Here's a cute dog picture.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/67/Dog_Wearing_Inflatable_Elizabethan_Collar.jpg/640px-Dog_Wearing_Inflatable_Elizabethan_Collar.jpg
